I have been meaning to post this video ever since it first came out earlier this year. I don’t want to look too closely at the irony that lies within the delay — but let’s just say it’s never too late. Besides my newborn(ish) baby this might be the best thing I’ve seen all year. Watch it. You won’t [...][Continue Reading...]

Once upon a time, on a chilly winter’s day in July, I gave birth. And I became a mother. Raindrops formed delicate grey dashes on the high glass window of my hospital room. I stared at an obscure Monet print and screamed. The goldfish I’d bizarrely brought into the delivery suite to ‘focus on’, swam in circles, forgotten. This [...][Continue Reading...]

This morning I was feeling that ordinary kind of malaise that comes when the winter days are short and the rain has poured down more hours than not. When I finally left the house with my unwashed hair and cheap ugg boots, Adrian at the coffee place asked, “Nothing’s changed?” and I had to convince myself [...][Continue Reading...]

Do you consider yourself to be young? Still in your youth? I think that maybe that moment has passed for me. Passed two weeks ago to be exact. Two weeks ago my eldest son came to me laughing, saying there was a, “Really funny video you have to see on YouTube, Mum. With this guy, saying this thing.” He’d [...][Continue Reading...]

I always assumed that having post-natal depression meant you had thoughts about harming your baby or having bad feelings towards your child. I had neither of those thoughts. I also thought that post-natal depression happened immediately after having a baby. Mine crept up months into motherhood. I had always been a very happy, positive, easy-going [...][Continue Reading...]

If we happened to run into each other on the street this is what you would most likely see: a woman with dishevelled hair and an unbecoming stoop rummaging for baby wipes or a tissue or her keys, while her baby sat in the pram and her preschooler sang loudly or told her what his [...][Continue Reading...]

At the end of my street there is a service station. On the bare concrete slab that slopes away from the bowsers towards the footpath I often see random articles standing alone. Once, a single Marc Jacobs pump. Today, a tiny lizard made out of shiny beads, glinting in the Sydney rain.[Continue Reading...]

Imagine one of the worst fights you’ve ever had with your significant other: the aftermath, before you’ve properly made-up, that horrible tension that festers under the surface sprinkling fear into even the most unremarkable of exchanges. This was how Mark and I spent the most part of our trip. And we couldn’t even get away from each other because [...][Continue Reading...]